FEELIN' LIKE A NEW JAMES DEAN || CLAIRE

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I'VE BEEN DANCING ON TOP OF CARS AND STUMBLING OUT OF
BARS I FOLLOW YOU THROUGH THE DARK, CAN'T GET ENOUGH

FEBRUARY 15, 2025

Life felt right in the world as if it were perfectly falling into place. He was rocking at his job, getting all the ladies, and his siblings were getting married. Riley was closer to his marriage than the rest of them, and Lydia was far closer than Wesley ever was. His parents, however, were not impressed with his lack of wife at his age, especially since his siblings were already engaged, and Riley was having his engagement party in the coming weeks.

While Wesley felt on top of the world, a part of him knew that eventually, he would have to walk through the doors of that matchmaking service that his family used and get him to help him find a fiance. For now, he would enjoy his time off at the pub of the Leaky Cauldron.

So, there he sat, for the past thirty minutes, a half-empty glass of a fire whiskey, as he raised a finger to have another one given to him by the bartender. He took a huge swig of the drink, just as someone sat down in the empty stool that was directly next to him, he paid no mind, but he could smell something. Perfume maybe? It was nice.

Claire Evangeline Slater ||
here is that starter i promised ages ago!

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[Claire Evangeline Slater]

n e v e r  e n o u g h.

THE LEAKY CAULDRON WAS A FEW DEGREES short of Claire's preference, but she was starting to get desperate. The year was rolling in faster than ever, and she was starting to feel it getting away from her. Most of the time, Claire felt like all she ever did was work. And while that had never bothered her before, people were starting to notice. She was never out of her typical black ensemble, her wand strapped to her hip but on display. They'd laugh 'do you live here, Claire'? And she'd laugh along, but really she was embarrassed. She had no life.

So, the Leaky Cauldron it was. As if she were searching for debauchery as she slung herself in to a stool, already a little dizzy from the wine she'd drunk for courage at home. "Hey," She drawled brazenly to the silhouette parked in the seat beside her. Her lips tingled and her large blue eyes were just on the verge of glazed. She rocked on the two front legs of her stool, forearms braced on the top as she stared openly at the man beside her. She didn't immediately recognise him and for some reason, she liked that. 

@wesley  
i can't remember what we had planned for these two, but she doesn't recognise him right away. xD

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